Won't Fall (Book Five: Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Ch. 15: Amplification

Scott, Stiles, Stilinski, Parrish, Clarke and I were chasing after the Beast on the road.

Scott, Stiles and I were in the Jeep.

Stilinski, Clarke and Parrish were in their separate cars.

Clarke was on the radio. "Unit Five, heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large... something."

Another deputy was on the radio. "Unit Nine, to Dispatch, I think I've got eyes on the same thing. Some kind of rabid animal."

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

"Unit Nine to Dispatch, we have a situation downtown. Multiple fatalities."

"Copy," Dispatch told them. "Medics on the way. Do you have a perp in sight, Unit Nine?"

"Negative. Looks like a 10-91-E. Animal attack."

"10-4. Can you say what kind of animal?"

we were still on the chase.

"All unites, stay back," Stiles told them. "Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

"Stiles, get off the radio," Stilinski told him. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Five reporting a sighting on Hill Road southbound."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning on Oakridge, southbound on Beachwood."

"All units, this is Dispatch. We've got a 911 call with additional sighting on Mitchell."

I looked at Scott and Stiles. "Wait a second. Beachwood to Mitchell? It's headed back for the hospital."

Stiles spoke into the radio. "Dad--"

"Stiles, get off this channel," Stilinski told him.

"Dad, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles asked. "It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial. You hear me? It's headed for the hospital."

Stiles drove us faster toward the hospital.

*****

We were still driving, listening to the police chatter.

"Unit Five, Clarke, I need eyes on Parrish," Stilinski told her. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

"All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running into Beacon Memorial."

"Clarke, disregard."

We got to the hospital, getting out of the Jeep. We exchanged a look, running inside the deserted hospital.

We heard a gun cock behind us, turning around.

Stilinski was standing there with a gun, putting a finger to his lips. "Shh."

The hospital shook. We heard fighting.

"Fourth floor," I told them.

We took the elevator up, seeing that the fourth floor had little pieces on fire.

It was so trashed, it looked apocalyptic.

Parrish was on fire, thrown back into the wall in front of us, falling to the floor. He was no longer on fire. He had slashes in his chest, which was completely bare. The fiery glow faded from his eyes.